Last of all at Tignonville, on whose face he fancied that he surprised a faint smile.

Yet Tignonville's tone when he spoke was grave enough.
"You have heard," he said.

"Do you blame us ?" "I cannot," the minister answered, shivering.

"I cannot." He had been for a while beyond the range of these feelings; and in the greenwood, under God's heaven, with the sunshine about him, they jarred on him.

Yet he could not blame men who had suffered as these had suffered; who were maddened, as these were maddened, by the gravest wrongs which it is possible for one man to inflict on another.